Sheepskin boots

Mrs A. called me an Alpha male the other day.

I've never had that term applied to me before. I'm having urges to mark my territory with bodily fluids all of a sudden. Admittedly she also bestowed said epithet on the Ugg boot salesman I was squaring off against as well. "Two alpha males" she said to my grandmother who we were visiting up at Blackheath. To be honest I'd only stopped to buy the bloody ugg boots because my grandmother's carpet is allergic to shoes, and my feet are allergic to freezing to death on the concrete slab below the carpet and I wanted to avoid whatever ailments are produced by frozen extremities acquired over tea and biscuits.

But he didn't have to insult my Blundstone boots and proffer his belief that redback were superior in every way, and then top it off by trying to sell me the wrong size ugg boots which had just been glued and could not be worn for 24 hours which is slightly longer than it takes to get to my grandmothers house even if the big bad wolf takes up some of our time along the way.

Don't insult the Blundstones man.

I seriously considered walking away from his sheepskinly goodness in and alpha male stalking type huff, but the flashbacks to the last time I visited grandma in the depths of winter with only my stockinged feet had me shaking and sweating like a shell shocked veteran of the Somme.

So I bought them. He probably took the money straight to the redback store and bought a pair with money I had handled.

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Ah, Ugg boot guy up the road, an interesting character. I took a friend from Brisbane there early one morning as he and his mate were opening up.

Talk got around to the balaklavas he was selling. He thought those involved in the riots at Cronulla should have worn them so they couldn't be identified. I think your spidey senses may have unbeknown to you.....cottoned onto this.

I have a pair of Blunnies and a pair of RM's, Blunnies are like old slippers, RM's are like second skin.